*Adams P.O.V*

When I wake up the next morning, I reach over to pull Brittany back to me, but all I feel is cold sheets.

What the hell? Where is she?

I shoot out of bed and look at the time.

It says 11am.

I quickly change, worried that Angelo and Michael took her again.

They took her right out of my arms.

I run down the hallway and the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

"Brittany!" I yell, hoping she isn't gone.

"In here!" I hear a melodic voice call.

I sigh in relief and close my eyes for a second before walking in to the kitchen where she was waiting.

I can finally breath again.

I can smell bacon and eggs.

Walking behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, and nuzzle my face in to her neck.

"You can't just disappear like that. I thought they took you again." I say.

As soon as I say it I regret it.

Brittany has forgotten everything...

You are a fuck up.

Why the fuck would you say that?

She continues to cook, but cocks her head at what I said.

"Uhm... Who took me? Again?" She mumbles, turning around in my arms to look up at me.

I cringe and slightly back away, before turning completely and sitting down at the table.

"Uhh... Finish the food and I'll explain everything," I mumble.

Should I tell her? Or should I make something up?

No, she deserves to know the truth.

She nods her head, worriedly, and turns back around.

Finally, after about 10 agonizing minutes of her finishing the food, she puts food on two plates, and gives me one, sitting across from me with her own plate.

"So, explain." She says, pushing her eggs around with her fork.

I clear my throat slightly not knowing where to begin to explain how fucked up the situation is.

She's gonna leave you, you fucktard.

I run my hand through my hair, before placing my arms on the table and leaning my head in my hands, looking any where but at her.

How come every time something good happens to me I always mess it up?

"Well... I have to explain it from the beginning, I guess. So, we only met about a week or so before you got hit... We moved extremely fast. I mean, we had basically just met and we had already kissed, had heated make out sessions, sleeping in the same bed, girlfriend and boyfriend..." I trailed off before sighing and continuing.

"We just had a connection ever since we met. We met at a bar... I saw you from across the room and was going to talk to you, but I saw someone drag you out of the building. I followed, of course, and the guy was trying to rape you... I knew the guy... I'll explain that part later. I basically stopped him, like I already told you. Anyways, you let me take you to get hot chocolate and we just had a connection. You didn't have anywhere to stay because of your parents,so I offered for you to stay here. After a while, you agreed." I paused to take a breath, and shot her a smile.

"I slept on the couch, and I let you sleep in my bed. The next morning, I took you to get ice cream, and learned a few things about you, but then I got an important call so we had to cut our date short," I paused again.

"After that, everything happened fast. I walked you to your door and we kissed. That kiss made me want to never take my hands off of you." I peak up at her through my eyelashes, and she has a blank expression on her face but urges me to continue, so I do.

"I took you on a date to a skating rink, and we got to know each other a little more. Then the day after that, I guess it was, I took you to school and picked you up after, and arranged a room for us. I set up a projector and your favorite movie and laid out a blanket and pillows. We watched it, but at the end you started asking... Questions... One of my answers made you upset and you asked me to take you home, which I did, and to never speak to you again." I pause for a moment, letting that sink in.

"What did you te-" She starts but I interrupt her.

"No questions until the end." I say, smiling at her weakly.

"So, I went home and was super upset. I was ready to go beat someones ass. I was miserable. I hate to admit it, but I cried. I locked myself in my room. The only time I would come out was to get food.Eventually I ran out of food. I was going to go to the grocery store to get some more."I look down at food that is probably already cold.

"But then, someone knocked on my door. I opened it, and it was you. About an hour and a half later, once we were done making out of course," I add with a smirk.

"You told me about your parents, and about how much Karly meant to you. I promised I would help take care of you. I asked you to be my girlfriend. You, obviously, said yes. This is when the action picks up," I say grabbing her hand lightly over the table.

She didn't pull it away, so that's a good sign.

"You got home that night, and your mom beat you, worse then ever before. Karly called me and I rushed over as fast as possible, getting there in time to see Karly tell your mom you guys were moving out. You guys just came to my place. You slept in my room, and the next day I had to have a meeting with a douche bag. During that meeting all he did was tell me that he was coming back the next Friday. The next week you stayed off of school to get settled in. I got to know every little detail about you, and there were small kisses here and there, but mostly, I started falling in love with you." I feel my eyes starting to fill up with tears.

She squeezes my hand, and my heart melts.

"Friday came unusually fast. I went to my meeting with Michael, and when I went out of our room, someone else came and took you. They tortured you, and a guy named Angelo called me and told me to meet him at a coffee shop to discuss what would have happened to you. I went."I sigh, not wanting to continue.

"Angelo told me that if Jaylin, my best friend, didn't go with him that I wouldn't ever see you again. I told him to go fuck himself and that I would find you. When I walked out of the coffee shop, Karly calls me to tell me you were in the hospital. You were in the coma, blah blah blah. You know the rest." I shift uncomfortably and squeeze her hand slightly.

"However, now I need to tell you what I've been dreading..." I mumble looking down ashamed.

"I'm Adam. The leader of the Red Vipers. That's what scared you off the first time. That's why you were kidnapped. That's why you were in the coma. That's why I wear red and black so much." I finish, looking up to meet her eyes.

She looks back at me, her face emotionless.

Her eyes look cold and I can tell she put up a wall.

Coldness fills my body, and I want to go and jump off of a bridge.

Without a word, she gets up, pulling her hand away from mine and walking around the table like she's going to leave.

I slouch in my chair, defeated.

I mean, I understand why she would want to leave me.

Why would she stay with a gang leader?

This is all my fault. If she didn't get involved with me none of this would have happened.

Suddenly, I feel her small arms wrap around my waist, and I tense for a second, before I lightly wrap my arms around her.

She looks up at me, and before I can say anything, she crashes her lips in to mine.

"Adam, thank you. For everything. I might have ran away the first time, but this time is different. I don't want to run away. I trust you. With all of my heart, soul, and body." She whispers, then puts her head on my shirt, holding on to me tightly.

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Hey guys.

I fixed and edited this.

She had to find out eventually right?

Anyways.

I FUDGING LOVE MICHAEL CLIFFORD SO MUCH MY HEART HURTS!

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